It's been foggy, for about 6 days now. To many, fog is just part of the atmosphere of a rainy day. To a fly in community it means total and utter isolation. Planes just don't land when it's foggy, and if the planes don't land, nothing comes and nothing leaves. That means that last weeks food mail is 6 days late, and may arrive with this weeks food mail. This also means that last weeks food mail will be squishy and 50% unusable. And let me assure you my standard of fresh has dropped significantly living north. I will eat a red pepper, even if it's squishy.
Food Mail coming in wouldn't be an issue, but the stores as it is are running low, waiting for the next sealift in July. We just went 2 weeks without a single bag of chips in town, there are also only 3 kinds of pop to choose from now, coke, diet coke and pepsi. I know pop and chips shouldn't be of any culinary concern, but sometimes I just want a bag of chips. The stores will generally fly in fresh produce, but even with my lowered standards, it's less then desirable after spending a few weeks on the shelf. You know you have a problem when every time you see someone eating a piece of fresh fruit or vegetables on T.V. you cry a little. And watching Chef Gordan Ramsey is just INTOLERABLE, all those deliciouses things I can't have. If he says you have to use FRESH produce one more time, I might die. It's a box of Hamburger helper for us tonight. MMMmm Boxed dinner with freezer burnt ground beef. No vegetables.
The other major problem with FOG (Frustrating Obnoxious Gas) is that if you want to get out, your screwed, and if you want to get in, your screwed. My friend Christina just spent a nail biting couple of days trying to get out on her vacation. Every day she would wake up and wonder if today was the day. It wasn't. If it wasn't claustrophobic enough being stuck here, it totally messed up every other connecting flight. One day the plans were flying to Iqaluit, spending the night, flying to Ottawa, spending the night. She would supposedly make it home on the 3rd day. That of course all changed, when once again she was fogged in. By the way don't make reservations with Hotels in Iqaluit! You may think your are smart planning ahead, but as Christina found out, having to cancel a room reservation she made only hours before, that you CAN NOT cancel within 24 hours! She was going to have to pay FULL room charges whilst sleeping at home in her own bed. DO NOT MAKE RESERVATIONS, just show up. Save yourself some money. She ended up however, after many phone calls fixing the situation.
Christina finally made it out Saturday on a tiny passenger plane that snuck in, it must have fooled the fog machine for a couple of hours. However we are back to hard core fog again and my sister is supposed to be coming up next Monday and
somebody gonna get hurt if this fog doesn't clear up! Also, oh ultimate universe, I would like my food mail, so if you could be so kind and blow this poopy fog away that would be great, thanks.
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We also spent a large amount of time coming up with different ways to get rid of some grease stains on Jen's Maui hoodie. None of them worked, so we ended up trying to grease up the whole shirt, like one giant grease stain. It kind of worked, until I ended up splashing new grease stains on to the shirt she was wearing.
Even though we had a pretty ghetto week, we always say we would have fun doing anything.
Jen (my sista' in law) arrived without any fog problems and we have been having a blast. I haven't been feeling too well so we have been spending a lot of time lounging on the couch and laughing about sisterly things.
Tallinn was also clearly enjoying this beautiful day, he wanted to relax with a belly scratch. When I hit the right spot his eyes close, his breathing slows down and his leg starts to kick. It's like he goes into a trance. If I stop, he smacks his mouth in disapproval and then swats me with his paw. I don't think he was too happy though because I was preoccupied taking photos.
I just wish I could be outside on a day like this. It's perfect dog walking weather. And he knows it!
This guy is probably heading out to the floe edge, it's a perfect day to go out because it's warm and there is no wind.
Because Tallinn is going through his bi-annual shed.
Just a while ago blogger Trudie From Life After AC wrote a post about dog fur socks. Where the pups sheddings are spun into yarn and then knit into a socks. She had socks made from such doggy yarn. Here is my attempt at dog socks, minus the knitting and spinning skills.
Nathan from the top: HEY...HEY....DON'T COME UP HERE!!
Dear Mr. Raven,
Here is my latest design, I can't wait to get a t-shirt with this one on it! Like I said, soon I will only be wearing my own brand.
On second thought, not summer, but it sure was warm today. I was even outside wearing one of those fancy hats that doesn't cover my ears, I think they call them baseball caps. It's almost time to bust out the flip flops (I can hear Tina in the peanut gallery). Tomorrow it will only be -8C, I think I might go outside for a picnic.
I found this company online and designed myself a super awesome hoodie. They did a pretty good job with the printing, but I found this company that does it cheaper. The only issue is that they are in the states. I hate paying duty, so I might just stick with the first company that is based in Montreal.
Hamlet day (kind of like municipality day, does that exist?) here in Cape Dorset started with a parade around town and then the coolest thing ever (literally), an Igloo making contest. It's taken me 2 long years to finally get into an igloo, and today I got to pick from 5. At first I didn't think I was going to get my rather large figure through that tiny entrance, but the slippery snow aided in the approach. Almost like butter helping grease off a wedding ring. "Lunch Lady Doris, have you got any grease?". I slid right in. No problem.
One way of copping with losing 3 hours of my life almost every day of the season was to find a favourite player, so I did. Reed Johnson you bat funny, your in. Then they cut him off the team this year, don't they realize that I need him so I can handle the dryness of the ballgame? How dare they! Now he is on another team and I need another shirt.
Tallinn: Runs to the door, back to the couch, to the door, back to the couch. "OUTSIDE? OUTSIDE? OUTSIDE? HUH? NOW? HOW ABOUT NOW? RIGHT NOW?"
Tallinn: "OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE, AHH HAI OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE? YUP YUP YUP TALLINN WANTS OUTSIDE!"
My sister In-law and I were joking about needing an intervention this easter. She says she has the same problem I have with mini eggs only with ju-jubes. I think my rehab should involve a treadmill of some kind.
Someone else was interested in my mini eggs, I told him that chocolate was "no-good" for puppies and offered him my chocolate breath instead.
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